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letra de chronicles of amina - mg pablo

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verse 1

amina na one fine girl wey come from a-town
i know her wella – we gather stay the same compound
she be smart girl wey be say no dey joke with school
but mumsy broke so she no fit foot the bills for school

popsy na drunkard – that one no really care
if he get children – na mumsy dey run here and there
to make sure say all the 3 children see food chop
hunger go beat the day mumsy no see to drop

i be dey like her that year but she be small pikkin…
under 18 so i no fit reason that kind thing…
plus she be smally wey dey give me regard as bros…
so i comport organize anytime we path cross…

i no fit lie you for the compound everybody dread…
cause she be fine girl with big yansh wey dey carry dread…
if you she her growth – you go think say she dey her twenties
but reality amina is barely 18

back to the matter landlord burst in compound one day
amina mumsy rent don due and she gats pay
money she manage save from akara business
she blow am troway – for amina brother sickness
landlord dey threaten bad bad say he go throw them out
anytime he burst compound omo na steady shout
na all these reason make amina accept dennis
cause he promise her the rent – she ain’t gat no penny

the story unfolds – good girl don dey turn bad girl
dennis don stretch amina then help her with the rent
although the mumsy complain ask where she get the bread
but she no get choice – every hard her eyes dey red

after this incident – amina life con change…
she no fit dey starve or lack – she rather f-ck for change
f-ck for clothes and shoes bag – f-ck for fees
as i dey yarn she don follow one benz go like this

the moral of the story be say no be all girls…
choose to live this kind life – some do am out of stress…
but it is what it is – okpo na okpo…
anyhow e be – they gats to make this owo…

no judge any babe for the lifestyle wey she dey live
n0body holy – you dey do street she dey do street
at the end of the day – we all just tryna feed
tryna clothes live our dreams and make end meets

me wey dey talk don lost my babe to these streets before
no be one two three – dem don reach like four
but what to do soldier go and soldier come
na the life – let dem live before death go come

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